"It is of little use," said Garcia, his eyes filmy with despair, as if he were dying. "She will get there. The property will be hers."
"Not necessarily. He has simply invited her to live with him. She may not suit."
"How?" demanded Garcia, open-eyed and open-mouthed with anxiety.
"He has simply invited her to live with him," repeated Coronado. "I saw the letter."
"What! you don't know, then?"
"Know what?"
"Muñoz is dead."
Coronado threw out, first a stare of surprise, and then a shout of laughter.
"And here they have just got a letter from him," he said presently; "and I have been persuading her to go to him by the isthmus!"
"May the journey take her to him!" muttered Garcia. "How old was this letter?"